This was the first time Nathan's cooking was praised by an outsider. Usually, his parents and sister would always compliment his food, but to receive compliments from a royalty like Lancelot Grant, he was undoubtedly happy.
Nathan lowered his head and nodded lightly, trying to contain his joy and pride.
Madeline chuckled when she saw her brother's embarrassment, "Maybe we should send him to a culinary school after he graduates high school," she suggested. "I heard there's this famous culinary school in French, Le Cordon Bleu."
"Mhm, I can send him there right after he finished high school," Lance nodded while eating the beef brisket. "But what do you think, Nathan? Do you plan to be a chef or have another plan for your future?"
"I—I don't know. No plan yet, Sir," Nathan said bashfully.
"What's with the 'Sir'?" Madeline chuckled.
"Just call me Lance or Big Bro if you want; I don't mind," Lance said while glancing at Madeline.
